Drunken Swordsman: I choose the ruthless way, why are you crying?

Chapter 13 Qin Qingyue’s pressure, this princess will never let you surpass it!

Fighting against the Prince's Mansion.

Ancient trees stand tall, and on both sides of the bluestone road, exquisite lanterns sway in the wind, casting mottled light and shadows.

Qin Qingyue stood in front of the study window, staring into the distance, her brows unable to conceal her anxiety and complexity.

She was wearing a lavender long dress embroidered with gold edges, her hair was tied up high and a jade hairpin was inserted lightly into her hair, showing the nobility and majesty of a princess. But at this moment, this dignity seemed to be shaken by the waves in her heart.

Just then, there was a rhythmic knock on the door.

"Miss." An old voice came from outside the door.

"come in."

As soon as he finished speaking, an old man with white hair and beard pushed open the door, turned around and looked around, then carefully closed the door.

"Uncle Fu, is there any news about Qin Hao?" Qin Qingyue sighed and said.

Because Qin Langtian was too embarrassed to go find Qin Hao, he had no choice but to ask his butler Fu Bo to find out about Qin Hao.

Butler Fu Bo nodded and said, "Miss, I found out, but..."

Uncle Fu hesitated to speak.

"Just what?"

"It's just that the news I have heard is a little bit unbelievable." Uncle Fu simply couldn't believe that the good-for-nothing prince who had lived under his nose for several years could actually do such a thing.

Qin Qingyue's curiosity was also aroused: "You can tell me as you like."

Uncle Fu bowed, his face somewhat solemn: "Miss, according to the information I got, Master Qin Hao actually killed a late Xiantian assassin in the broken face of the imperial city. This matter has spread among the upper class in a small circle, I am afraid it is true."

"Uncle Fu, are you sure you didn't make a mistake?"

Although Qin Qingyue's voice was soft, it carried an authority that could not be ignored as she confirmed again with the butler Fu Bo beside her.

Uncle Fu nodded solemnly.

Qin Qingyue's beautiful eyes opened wide, and the teacup in her hand trembled slightly. A few drops of tea splashed out and landed on her lapels, but she was completely unaware.

Kill a master in the late Xiantian realm alone?
Qin Hao, the man who had been laughed at by her countless times, the useless brother in her eyes, now possessed the strength to rival her?
This sudden news was like a bolt from the blue, making it difficult for Qin Qingyue to accept it for a while.

How can this be?

"He...how could he be like this?" Qin Qingyue murmured to herself, feeling mixed emotions.

She recalled the contempt and ridicule she had shown towards Qin Hao in the past, and couldn't help feeling ashamed and uneasy.

If this is true, if Qin Hao really has that kind of strength, if she is surpassed by someone who was once under her feet, then where will her pride and self-esteem be?

Qin Hao, how deep are you hiding...

"Where is Qin Hao now?" Qin Qingyue asked with her beautiful eyes flashing with strange colors.

"Miss, when I went to the ruined temple, I found a line of large characters left by Qin Hao, which may be related to his whereabouts."

"What word?"

"I don't want to leave you here, I have my own place to stay."

Uncle Fu bowed slightly, "This old servant guesses that he is very likely planning to leave the Imperial City, and I'm afraid he is already on his way."

"He can't leave!" Qin Qingyue shouted in a low voice, and then was suddenly stunned.

Why am I so anxious?
Could it be that Qin Hao made her feel pressured?

Uncle Fu also noticed Qin Qingyue's strangeness and said, "Miss, how about I go and bring him back?"

"Uncle Fu, send someone there immediately to save Qin Hao's life!"

"Yes, ma'am."

Uncle Fu was about to turn around and leave, but suddenly he froze in place and looked at Qin Qingyue in surprise.

Miss...actually wants him to protect Qin Hao?

Could it be that someone dared to do something wrong to Qin Hao?

Uncle Fu suddenly asked, "Miss, do you want to report this to the prince?"

"Father has entered the palace. He doesn't have time."

Qin Qingyue urged, "Uncle Fu, what are you still standing there for? Go quickly!"

"I'll take my leave." Uncle Fu bowed respectfully and left. Qin Qingyue was the only one left in the study.

Qin Qingyue looked at the darkening sky outside the window, feeling an unprecedented sense of crisis in her heart.

"The strength to kill a Xiantian cultivator..." She always mocked Qin Hao as a loser, but if she was really surpassed by this loser...

"Humph, Qin Hao, do you think I'll be scared by this? No matter what your purpose is in hiding your cultivation, I won't let you have the chance to surpass me!"

Qin Qingyue gritted her teeth and shouted angrily.

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On the trail.

Qin Hao left the imperial city in the dim light of morning light and set out alone on the journey to the wilderness.

Before officially starting his own path of cultivation, he planned to go to the Great Wilderness to pay tribute to the old village chief. On the one hand, this was an explanation to his obsession with his original body, and on the other hand, it was also a closure for him to deal with the past.

From now on, there will only be the time traveler Qin Hao, and no Qin Hao from the Qin family of the Zhan Palace!
However, fate did not seem to let him get his wish easily.

"Hey, trash."

A teasing voice came from behind Qin Hao.

He turned around and saw Li Yifeng, dressed in gorgeous clothes, looking at him with a sneer.

Behind the opponent stood a group of warriors dressed in black with cold faces.

"Li Yifeng, it's you!"

The leader was none other than Li family's young master, Li Yifeng, a young man who prided himself on being the best of the younger generation in the imperial city.

In the past three years, Li Yifeng often invited Qin Hao to drink.

Qin Hao didn't expect that he would be prevented from leaving the imperial city by this person.

"Qin Hao, I never thought that after you killed my Li family's people, you would still have the guts to leave the imperial city!"

"Without the protection of Prince Zhan's Mansion, do you really think I would be afraid of your status as a prince? Today is the day you die!"

Li Yifeng curled up his lips in a sneer, with a sinister light flashing in his eyes.

Beside him, several innate realm warriors with equally impressive cultivation were on high alert, obviously determined to take Qin Hao's life.

Qin Hao's face was calm, his eyes were sharp as torches, he glanced at the enemies around him, and he already had a plan in mind.

This group of guys obviously came prepared. It seems that this battle is inevitable. Only by ending the war with war can we demonstrate our determination and strength.

"Li Yifeng, there is no grudge between you and me, why are you looking for trouble with me?"

Li Yifeng sneered, "Grudges? Just because you are a piece of trash and you are not worthy of the third princess, you dare to touch my woman! This is a capital crime!"

"but……"

Li Yifeng changed the subject and laughed strangely: "If you are willing to kneel down and kowtow to beg for mercy, I might consider sparing your life!"

"Three princesses?"

Qin Hao frowned, it seemed that there were some secrets that he didn't know.

"There's no point in saying more. Since you've chosen to stand against me, don't blame me for being ruthless."

Qin Hao's voice was not loud, but it was filled with a chill.

"Haha, so eager to die?" Li Yifeng sneered, "Kill him for me!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a group of warriors quickly rushed towards Qin Hao.

The battle is about to break out.

Qin Hao moved slightly, the spiritual power in his body surged, and a powerful momentum burst out instantly, as if solidifying the surrounding air.

The next moment, the Netherworld Demon Sword was quietly unsheathed, flashing a black light and carrying Qin Hao into the crowd.

But this time, Qin Hao clearly sensed a hint of resistance.

This group of innate realm masters who came to kill him were superior to the previous mob, both in terms of quantity and quality.

It was obviously a fierce battle.

But Qin Hao was not afraid.

To practice the ruthless sword art, one must sever emotional ties, and fear is also a kind of ties.

Only by cutting off the shackles of fear in your heart can you achieve the ruthless sword path.

"Hahaha, kid, die!"

A black-clad figure suddenly flashed behind Qin Hao, laughed wildly, and the big knife in his hand glowed red. He chopped down suddenly, vowing to split Qin Hao in half.

(End of this chapter)